As bastardizations of beloved children’s books go, this one isn’t terrible—certainly not as offensive as The Cat in the Hat, for instance—but it has the potential to be a genuinely good movie and blows it. That’s a real shame. In a total reinvention of Richard and Florence Atwater’s prize-winning 1938 book, Jim Carrey plays a hotshot New York City real-estate dealmaker (and divorced dad) whose globe-trotting father was a distant presence as he was growing up. When the old man dies he bequeaths to his son a live penguin; then, through a miscommunication, apartment-dweller Carrey acquires—
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